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2 Hour Live Model Painting in c/artshare@lemmy.world
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Thank you!

I've been trying to get good at it for a few years. Though one drawn as long as I can remember. But it was doodles and cartoons until we started becoming empty nesters and I had time to focus on it.

My first attempt at a real operation was February last year I think. So real people since then.

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    The Ground We Build On (CYOA) (thelemmy.club)
     

    I better clear out that nest before it gets worse. Who knows what I could come back to tonight.

    Unfortunately, it’s pretty high up there. I put my desk chair on the bed and slowly shift my weight onto it as I climb, my left arm pressed against the wall like Spider-Man trying to keep me balanced. Up close, the webbing doesn’t look like webbing at all. In my peripheral vision, the pulsing falls into the same three-angle pattern over and over, like it was built specifically to fit the corner.

    I wobble and jab at it with a pen. It isn’t sticky like I expected. I work the point under the edge and pry.

    The wall gives way instead of the web.

    It crumbles like dry, day-old coffee cake.

    A hole opens.

    Fuck.

    A mal comes through and I fall backward onto the bed with a thud. I zap it, burning precious mana I really can’t afford to spend. A second one crawls through. I’m still trying to get my feet under me when I zap that one too.

    Then the hole gets bigger.

    There are dozens.

    Too many.

    They’re all over me before I can scream. I’m grabbing, kicking, trying to throw them off, but every time I pull one away another takes its place.

    My neck burns.

    I touch it.

    Blood.

    So much blood.

    Is that all mine?

    They’re eating me.....

    Start Over

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    The Ground We Build On (CYOA) (thelemmy.club)
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    My alarm goes off. And I ache.

    I know I must have slept. This bed is supposed to be great, but no matter what I do, I hurt.

    Opening my eyes, it takes a moment to orient myself. I’ve been here just over two and a half years and I’ve never gotten used to the sights, sounds, or smells of the Scholomance. A school with no teachers where I’d learn to use magic sounded great on paper. Had I known then what I know now, maybe I would have made different choices.

    In the upper corner, where the wall meets the ceiling above the foot of my bed, a thumb-sized clump of gray-white webbing has appeared overnight. It looks almost disappointingly ordinary, like a spider got ambitious. The problem is ordinary spiders don’t survive long here, and ordinary webs don’t pulse when you stop looking directly at them.

    I keep thinking I should feel proud of myself for making it this far. I don’t. Mostly I feel the pain in my back as I put my feet on the floor.

    Outside my room I can hear everyone starting to gather for the trek to the workshops. Going with them would be safer, but I still don’t fit in. And I’m not sure I can handle one more accusation.

    I’m ahead of my mana budget for graduation, but that assumes everything goes as planned. Nothing here ever does. I know climbing the stairs alone is risky, but for whatever reason I earn more mana doing it than others claim to.

    Then there’s the nest.

    At some point I’m going to have to deal with it. It isn’t going away on its own.

    1. Enter the hall and join everyone else.
    2. Turn right and head up the stairs alone.
    3. Turn left and get to the workshop early.

    4. Poke at the nest and figure out what I’m dealing with.

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    Dolly (thelemmy.club)
     

    I'm just not ready for her to be gone.

    We have several of her books in our house and have read them to our granddaughter.

    Several of her songs and covers of those songs have permanent space on my playlists.

    I'm just happy I got to live at a time where I got to experience her art as she was making it and the impact she had on is as she was doing it.

    💔

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